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A Shadowy Cabal (Mod Acct) ([personal profile] synergismus) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-05-27 08:05 pm

plot } the creatures descend.

Who: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.
On Veerdi, the presence of the creatures reaches a fever pitch. Something has provoked them into launching an all-out assault, though it is one that begins slowly. The pipe-crawlers, generally harmless though they may be, are seen across homes in Baedal, sneaking up through the pipes and into bathtub drains or sinks. They come by the dozens, and their keening makes most homeowners nauseated--but it's their appearance that leads to a number of distressed Network calls.

This is just the distraction for the rest.

The call of the crawlers draws in the armored, sickly creatures with the tiny primates carried inside of it. They are inelegantly lumbering, but much faster than one might expect, and certainly hostile. They trudge across the city, barreling over anyone who gets in their path and leaving them half-crushed in the street. They're certainly unsettling in their obvious unhealthiness, and the disease-ridden animals they carry are downright vicious, especially once they escape (messily, bloodily) from their fleshy cage.

It's the birds that are the worst, though; the cleverest, and the cruelest.

These strange black birds are resistant to typical attacks and flying in large groups. They descend on pedestrians, picking at their eyes and faces, ready to rapidly tear flesh from bone until there's nothing left but skeletal remains. They fly out of range when they can, only to divebomb anyone who might think they've escaped.

[identity profile] tropfatale.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
One of the others on the street is less inclined to run. Sonja is dressed to quite literally kill (in her fashion, which...admittedly includes a croptop under her leather jacket), and the sword she carries is its own make: its serrated edge and length are distinct, untied to any real cultural origins. That's how she prefers things, especially since it's nigh impossible for her to decide between representing the origins of her people and her own ethnic background.

So instead she just represents herself, and quite aggressively: two of those screaming monkeys are impaled on the sword, and she slides their bodies off with a flick of the weapon.

"Where did these come from?" She asks Boromir with no preamble or greeting, unceasing in moving toward the quick little beasts--she missed their exit from their carrier, it seems.

[identity profile] ofminastirith.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Boromir is busily hacking away at monkeys, barely having time to look up. "Inside that," and he jerks his head back to the armadillo-like dead thing lying in the street. "Quickly -there's still some breaking free."

He grabs a fleeing primate by its tail. "Oh no you don't." Stab, and the little thing dies with a final screech.

[identity profile] tropfatale.livejournal.com 2011-06-03 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
While Sonja has her sword preoccupied with slitting one of the monkeys from bottom to top, she calmly crushes another under her boot. The flat-heeled, red leather shoes that reach almost her knees are her 'hunting boots', and she chose them for a color that wouldn't make blood stand out starkly.

Those little practicalities are necessary in her line of work.

She moves toward the dead armored beast in the street where more primates are escaping. Better to take them before they can get much range accomplished.

When they're dead, though, Sonja lifts one animal's corpse with her swordpoint, observing its tiny wetsuit (all right, that's just...twisted) with the spear symbol emblazoned on it. That's interesting. She glances back toward the man who'd been the first on the scene.

[identity profile] ofminastirith.livejournal.com 2011-06-04 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Once Boromir finishes off his small scattering of primates, he comes back over to Sonja, and observes her observing.

"Is it normal for those creatures to wear clothing?" For all he knows, this could just be another in a long line of 'Strange occurrences in Baedel' (which, for him, includes most things).

[identity profile] tropfatale.livejournal.com 2011-06-05 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nooo." She indicates the spear insignia with a tilt of her head.

"That's on all of them. Not just the monkeys. They also don't usually live inside other, bigger animals; somebody put them in there."

[identity profile] ofminastirith.livejournal.com 2011-06-05 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I gathered that." It's not said unkindly, because how is anyone to know what's normal for another person in this city. His grim expression softens for a moment, feeling gratitude. "Thank you for aiding me."

[identity profile] tropfatale.livejournal.com 2011-06-05 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"No problem." Similarly, her tone isn't unkind or necessarily brusque, but it's kind of distant (all of her is, in fairness, when she's not actively killing something). She's not done with that earlier thought yet, though, frowning down at the corpses.

"And these are definitely imported."

Sonja crouches down and cuts one of the transmitters from a corpse, frowning to herself.

"They have anything like these where you hail from?"

[identity profile] ofminastirith.livejournal.com 2011-06-05 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," he says, and his CiD, for the record, is woefully unused (and will be up until Integra explains a few basics to him). He examines one of the sad little monkey corpses himself. "I gather they're of some importance?"

[identity profile] tropfatale.livejournal.com 2011-06-09 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"They transmit locations. Maybe sound, one or the other. A tech geek would have a better idea of how they could be useful to the rest of us."

She pockets the transmitter for later study, figuring that while now isn't good timing, she can at least wrangle or bully someone into helping her out later.

[identity profile] ofminastirith.livejournal.com 2011-06-09 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I trust you'll know better than I do about such matters," because what Sonja just said translates roughly to 'Baedel sorcery' in his mind. Then, "During an attack is hardly the place for introductions but there seems to be some respite, so: my name is Boromir, and I am Captain of Minas Tirith. You seem as though you know your way around these parts."
Edited 2011-06-09 19:56 (UTC)